I have resolved not to smoke unless I can find someone to spark me up. This can lead to some very interesting conversations. Last night I met a girl walking through the estate in her slippers. She was very nice, funny and talkative, though I confess some of what she said was lost as I tried and failed to use her lighter. In the end she sparked it up for me (“I ain’t got no disease”) and then went on her merry way through the mud and the rain, in her slipper-boots.